We’re Puppets : Poem from Nauru


“We’re Puppets”


In a black cold night

Tears falling

The CORD has been tied

Conquered feeling

I’ve nothing to lose

Soul has rusted

There’s no way to choose


I’ve got a hatred master

He’s a BEAST

The lord of POLITICS’ theater

Prisoner of KIDS

But on this black cold night

Everything will end

The cord has been tied

Escape from hell

I am not afraid

I am already dead.


  • A.  from Australia’s black site on Nauru
  • art work by Eaten Fish